Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Television,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.